<blockquote>There is no simple word like beloved for what he feels for Tybalt's face, that tightening in his chest of mingled hatred and reluctant fondness, the rush of excitement whenever they cross blades or words. Mercutio has always won, before, the better fighter on both battlefields.
Mercutio opens his eyes after the duel.</blockquote>
➤ Death creeping on one of my faves!